Ouran- "Country Manners"
Title: Country Manners
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Kyouya, Tamaki, Honey (lightly KyouyaxTamaki)
Word Count: 463
Warning/s: OOC and stupidity-I really still don’t know how to write this series. O.o
Summary: Tamaki and all the cute little deer.
Dedication: Joanne and Christine-I still know how to corrupt! I think. O.o
A/N: Ehehehe, I’m just writing whatever comes to mind until I can think of something to write for that thrice-damned One Piece fic I still owe. As you can see, the results are less than stellar. XD
Kyouya really thought that Tamaki ought to learn how to be more discreet, if only because he couldn’t expect the breeding of commoners-on average at least-- to be up to par with those of girls who had been sent to finishing schools and/or spent most of their lives under the care of stern-faced governesses. They probably though Tamaki was some sort of J-pop idol or something, and were treating him accordingly.
He watched for a while, as Tamaki flailed under the onslaught of regular-type high school girls he’d stopped to charm during a sojourn through Nara after Haruhi had expressed (absently) interest in seeing the deer there.
“He’s so pretty!!” the girls marveled, and stroked Tamaki’s skin.
“Aah!” Tamaki yelped, and turned bright red.
“He told me I was beautiful!” another added, and didn’t look like she was ever going to let go of the poor King’s leg.
“He’s so gentle with animals!” a last observed, and didn’t notice that the fangirl crowd had effectively scared away all the little deer in a ten-mile radius.
“Kyouya!!” Tamaki whimpered, and looked out from the throng beseechingly at his second-in-command.
“Mmm, I suppose it’s finally come to this, hasn’t it?” Kyouya responded, and jotted a note down in his portfolio. Then he adjusted his glasses and turned around and strolled off.
“Kyouya!!” Tamaki gurgled, helplessly.
“Honey-senpai, if you please,” the dark-haired boy said, and the little third year nodded and bounded off happily.
“Ne, ne, oneesama…” he began, and tugged cutely on one girl’s skirt.
She and several of her brethren turned around and looked at him, and just as she did, he put a finger in his mouth and two twin teardrops streaked his eyes. “Where did all the cute little deer go?” he asked, and sounded precisely two years old as he held out his other hand, showing them a pathetic fistful of deer food he had and wasn’t ever going to get to feed the deer while this went on.
“KAWAII!!!!!” they screamed, and attracted the attention of all their Tamaki-grabbing classmates in the process.
The adoring throng of course, immediately dispersed at the sight of Honey-senpai’s tears and went off in search of the poor frightened animals as if possessed, ready and willing to club the bob-tailed creatures over the head and drag back their lolling bodies to show their cute new otouto if need be.
Kyouya, once the coast was clear, calmly strode up to a shaken Tamaki, and leaned down to examine his lord.
“Okaasan,” Tamaki whimpered, and clung to Kyouya’s leg. “Okaasan I thought I was going to die.”
“I think it’s about time,” Kyouya sighed.
“For…what?” Tamaki asked meekly, and wouldn’t let go of Kyouya’s leg.
Kyouya patted his head reassuringly. “You need a rape whistle.”
END
Edits plz.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Kyouya, Tamaki, Honey (lightly KyouyaxTamaki)
Word Count: 463
Warning/s: OOC and stupidity-I really still don’t know how to write this series. O.o
Summary: Tamaki and all the cute little deer.
Dedication: Joanne and Christine-I still know how to corrupt! I think. O.o
A/N: Ehehehe, I’m just writing whatever comes to mind until I can think of something to write for that thrice-damned One Piece fic I still owe. As you can see, the results are less than stellar. XD
Kyouya really thought that Tamaki ought to learn how to be more discreet, if only because he couldn’t expect the breeding of commoners-on average at least-- to be up to par with those of girls who had been sent to finishing schools and/or spent most of their lives under the care of stern-faced governesses. They probably though Tamaki was some sort of J-pop idol or something, and were treating him accordingly.
He watched for a while, as Tamaki flailed under the onslaught of regular-type high school girls he’d stopped to charm during a sojourn through Nara after Haruhi had expressed (absently) interest in seeing the deer there.
“He’s so pretty!!” the girls marveled, and stroked Tamaki’s skin.
“Aah!” Tamaki yelped, and turned bright red.
“He told me I was beautiful!” another added, and didn’t look like she was ever going to let go of the poor King’s leg.
“He’s so gentle with animals!” a last observed, and didn’t notice that the fangirl crowd had effectively scared away all the little deer in a ten-mile radius.
“Kyouya!!” Tamaki whimpered, and looked out from the throng beseechingly at his second-in-command.
“Mmm, I suppose it’s finally come to this, hasn’t it?” Kyouya responded, and jotted a note down in his portfolio. Then he adjusted his glasses and turned around and strolled off.
“Kyouya!!” Tamaki gurgled, helplessly.
“Honey-senpai, if you please,” the dark-haired boy said, and the little third year nodded and bounded off happily.
“Ne, ne, oneesama…” he began, and tugged cutely on one girl’s skirt.
She and several of her brethren turned around and looked at him, and just as she did, he put a finger in his mouth and two twin teardrops streaked his eyes. “Where did all the cute little deer go?” he asked, and sounded precisely two years old as he held out his other hand, showing them a pathetic fistful of deer food he had and wasn’t ever going to get to feed the deer while this went on.
“KAWAII!!!!!” they screamed, and attracted the attention of all their Tamaki-grabbing classmates in the process.
The adoring throng of course, immediately dispersed at the sight of Honey-senpai’s tears and went off in search of the poor frightened animals as if possessed, ready and willing to club the bob-tailed creatures over the head and drag back their lolling bodies to show their cute new otouto if need be.
Kyouya, once the coast was clear, calmly strode up to a shaken Tamaki, and leaned down to examine his lord.
“Okaasan,” Tamaki whimpered, and clung to Kyouya’s leg. “Okaasan I thought I was going to die.”
“I think it’s about time,” Kyouya sighed.
“For…what?” Tamaki asked meekly, and wouldn’t let go of Kyouya’s leg.
Kyouya patted his head reassuringly. “You need a rape whistle.”
END
Edits plz.